
After five days of travel, overeating, no exercise, typical sloth-like ‘merican living and an epic battle with travel induced constipation, I am back and ready to get back into my regular gym, riding, eating and loaf pinching routine.

After five days of travel, overeating, no exercise, typical sloth-like ‘merican living and an epic battle with travel induced constipation, I am back and ready to get back into my regular gym, riding, eating and loaf pinching routine.

It’s the eve before Thanksgiving Eve (also known as Tuesday) and the day/eve, was a fucking mess. We got an ice storm last night, so B-Man’s school was cancelled today and I needed to get the snow tires back on the xB. Not to mention I had a million other things to do as we prepare for our trip back to Western PA for the holiday. Thankfully (or not) I had the chance to squeeze in 40 minutes on the trainer. 40 minutes that would have been better spent guzzling a vodka/sleeping pill/Lexapro cocktail instead of half heartedly spinning along and going nowhere for 40 minutes of a planned 60.
Don’t get me wrong, I am anxious to see my father, brother, sister, and in-laws, but mentally I would rather suck on a gas pipe than have to endure four days of explaining why the magazine went bust and I am mooching off my Wife’s brain and (thankfully) its associated income with no gainful employment in sight. But… such is life. I am very thankful. A slacker, but a THANKFUL slacker.

I guess you could call this Welcome Winter Weekend. Some say “welcome,” I say “fuck it, I hate winter.”
New Belgium Brewing’s Accumulation White IPA tastes like a glass of air with a hint of hops.
Why even bother? I refuse to believe that it’s 6.2% ABV.

After a nice ride on Sunday I was feeling pretty good and had a pretty good evening; I had a good dinner, a couple of beers and headed off to bed with plans of hitting the gym in the morning to get back at the weights. But…

Today I enjoyed the last of my miles on the Superfly 100. During my time with the bike I got close to 65 miles on it and I am pretty impressed, but it’s time to say goodbye and get it back to my friend Mike tomorrow. I should probably take him a sixer or something to say thanks for the good times.
The pic above is of a short, smooth sandy section up at MMCC. It’s one of the few places that you can ease up and take in a bottle easily. From the amount of tire tracks it looks like lots of folks have been taking advantage of the sweet fall weather we have been having.
I had a bit of free time on my hands this morning, so I monkeyed around with some recent pics, utilizing some textures I recently found in the computer web thing. Some worked, some didn’t, some were too much and some added just enough of what I was looking for.

The past few days have been filled with lots of things. Lots of things that were in no way me riding my bike. That sucks. Actually, that rocked.

What, WHAT?